Give Me Your Hand's

The Battle Between Kozan Company and Falaea Company

The business presentation began. One by one the company representatives gave a sealed envelope to representatives of Mandellion Company. The envelope contains the price of the offer they will provide to establish cooperation with the largest fashion company in France. Mandellion Company will choose the appropriate price for cooperation between two companies.

“There are already five envelopes here. We will announce the winner after this presentation event is over,” the woman's manager said as she raised the height of the five envelopes she had in her hand. To make everyone able to see the white paper covered that exceeds their heads.

The order of presentation based on the time the participants came first. Kozan company got a presentation ration in third place, while Falea Company was in fifth. Each participant had a maximum of thirty minutes to explain the design they had submitted to Mandellion some time ago.

Time kept turning, an hour had passed. Representatives from Brazil and Italy have presented their design presentations. However, all decisions are in the hands of the CEO who sits in his chair with his face flat. Expressionless. Either the man was interested or refused their presentation.

“Please, Mr. Kozan,” call the Manager who calls the participant with the sequence number three.

Ferrite moved from his seat then tidied the end of his gray vest tucked into his black belt. His eye beads sharply highlighted the faces of Ivy and Kenan in turn as he corrected the collar of his shirt.

Ivy, you'll see who deserves to be with you…. Me or that fucking mechanic! That mechanic should have known himself to compete business with me!

The hair-bound man walked forward. Then give a data storage device to a bespectacled man sitting near the CEO. The glasses man will help him to display the results of his presentation on the projector screen.

The lights of the room began to go out. There was only a beam of light emanating from a white screen in the shape of a square and a speck of red light coming from the flashlight presentation in Ferrite's hand. In that almost dark state, they were still able to see the people around him.

“First of all I Ferit Kozan, thank the Mandellion Company who has chosen and invited the Kozan Company to participate in the selection of this second stage,” said Ferit while bowing his head, salute the Mandellion President sitting in front of him.

The brown-haired man walked slowly around the meeting table consisting of twelve chairs. He kept looking at Ivy, looking at the pretty face of his future wife who was sitting together with another man.

 “The start of Kozan Company only runs its financial business, only about two years ago we spread our wings to penetrate the men's and women's clothing business. In Turkey itself, Kozan clothing products are widespread.”

“If you are pleased, then I will display the results of the design that has been made by the current Kozan company designer. Thus, everyone present here could see the quality of the materials we used. How, Mr?” ferit asked a man of thin stature.

“Do it,” replied the CEO nodding his head.

One word that was spoken immediately made Ferit smile meaningfully, but not with Kenan. Aaron's son snorted and threw his face towards Ivy.

"What else is he going to do?" kenan whispers in Ivy's ear. The young lady simply raised both of her shoulders.

After getting approval from Mandellion's CEO, Ferit walks over to Kenan's desk. Now the man is standing right behind Ivy's chair, making the woman's body temperature rise and fall.

The Victor princess clasped tightly onto her bag. The walls of the room seemed to be squeezing him as soon as Ferrite leaned his body on the left side, to stare at his face. While on his right, Kenan almost glared at the behavior of the Kozan Company leader.

“Nona Eleanor, I think I need your help to become my current model.” Ferrite opened his right palm as if he was asking Ivy to dance with him.

Immediately, Kenan immediately grabbed onto Ivy's right arm, preventing him from getting up and rejecting Ferit's offer. The son of Aaron immediately raised his face staring intently at the face of Ferrite, who never stopped interfering with their lives.

Ferrite suddenly laughed at Kenan's actions, suddenly making everyone in the room focus their attention on the two men. Make people easily talk about them and wonder.

Your heart feels hot, doesn't it? So do I, you fucking mechanic!

“How, Miss Eleanor? I'm just asking for your help, but it looks like the man beside you is..”.

“I'm ready!” Ivy exclaimed which immediately cut Ferit's words, making the man smile with satisfaction. His heart laughed when he heard his future wife was willing to be his model.

“Ivy!” exclaimed Kenan with her voice whispering with emphasis. He did not expect the woman would respond to Ferit's request. “Women in this room are not just you.”

“This is for Falaea. They will judge Falaea's leader badly, if you don't allow me, ” whispered Ivy who directly opened Kenan's fingers from his arm.

Aaron's son immediately threw his company file at the table. He closed both eyelids until the nerves on his face began to look. Her breathing was hot coming out of her nostrils.

With shaky footsteps, Ivy walked towards the toilet to change her clothes. He saw a reflection of himself in front of a large mirror attached to one of the walls of the toilet. The yellowish light shimmered out from behind the rectangular shaped body with a height that exceeded its height.

Since when did Ferit know my size? This shirt looks right on my body.not too big or too small.

Victor's daughter took another model of clothing, all the same size. That Spring Clothes wrapped around her slender curves without leaving any gaps at all. He could see that the clothes were perfect for him.

Did he keep me in his house, have something happened between us?

Ivy quickly shook his head to shake off all the bad thoughts that were dancing around in his mind. His ten fingers tightly clasped the red clothes.

It seems impossible. I felt nothing, even then I had pierced his arm when he was about to touch me. After that it seemed like he was doing nothing more to me, other than handcuffing my hands every day.

The Victor princess immediately exhaled deeply. Pack her clothes and then get out of the bathroom. He stepped in a hurry to get back into the meeting room.

The lights in the room immediately lit up, just as Ivy opened the wooden door. Several pairs of eyes seemed stunned, including Kenan and Ferit who saw the appearance of Ivy with Spring clothes from the Kozan Company. The two men simply opened their mouths wide and their eyelids suddenly stopped blinking for a few seconds looking at the clothes that had added to the perfection of Ivy's appearance.

“It would not be wrong if I named this Spring clothes by the name of My Ivy.” The sound of Ferrite made everyone's consciousness return.

“My Ivy!” kenan scorn. The man snorted incoherently. The look on her face changed, no longer admiring Ivy's appearance, but she wanted to tear the clothes off and bring her lover out of this room.

“Come,” said Ferrite who will hold Ivy's hand.

However, Victor's daughter refused him by shaking off Ferrite's hand. “I can walk alone!”

Ivy walked over to the CEO and the two Mandellion Managers. Now the dark brown haired woman was already in front. Everyone in the room saw that the materials used by the Kozan Company were very high quality and the model of clothing worn by Ivy was also in accordance with the results of the company's design. There was an aura of admiration emanating from the CEO's face.

From there Ivy began to realize, that his decision to become a model of the Kozan Company instead of adding value to the company in the eyes of Mandellion. Not even helping Fallea. From where he stood, he saw Kenan who just lowered his head without looking at him. His heart ached, he wanted to take off his clothes immediately. This is not what he wants.

From his seat, Kenan turned his gaze to stare at the wooden table without any brown motifs and his drinking glasses. He did not want to see Ivy wearing the Kozan Company's clothing, even though she looked more beautiful.

Are you proud to wear that outfit? Show me all this?

“Play and walk around this room, suppose you are a professional model walking on the catwalk,” said Ferit heard by everyone.

They also support the words of Ferit, except Kenan who remained unmoved in his seat.

Don't do this, Ivy. Please don't humble yourself! You're not that son of a bitch!

Ferrite walked up to Ivy who was still not moving from his place. The man hugged Ivy's back and dropped his hand behind the woman's waist. He whispered something to her. “It's too late to regret your decision, dear. You've come all the way to this place."

With one breath, Ivy released Ferit's hand which was already on his waist. Victor's daughter stepped on her feet, walking around the room in one round.

Just as he was behind Kenan's chair, he saw that the palm was clenched holding back his anger. A boisterous sound of applause rang out in the room after Ivy returned to his original position. The clear liquid fell on his face, as he saw Kenan leaning his head against the back of the chair with his eyelids closed.

Without waiting for orders from Ferit, Ivy immediately ran out to the toilet to change his clothes. In his escape the clear crystal circles were spilling over his face. His breath felt stuck in his throat as he held the toilet door handle. He held the stainless steel door handle very tightly and banged his forehead on the door leaf. The young lady regretted her foolishness that had entered into the trap of Ferrit.

Slowly Ivy took off the clothes belonging to Kozan Company and put her clothes back on. From the reflection of the mirror, he saw the bead of his eyes that had reddened. He rubbed

the corner of his eyes that still feels wet and wash his face that looks damp with a splash of sink water.

It's not over yet! Falaea has not yet taken her turn. I'll come back and fight for Falaea….